Further up the street, in a sketchier part of the block, I passed a 7-Eleven. There was a woman walking out the door, obviously irate, yelling and swearing at some dude inside. It seemed like par for the course, and she wasn't yelling at me, so I kept walking, listening over my headphones to Alec Baldwin talk to Edie Falco about her life and career.

On the next corner was a woman with a ripped backpack at her feet. She was wearing dirty tube socks but no shoes. As I walked toward her, she made the "talking on the phone" sign, holding her hand to her ear with thumb and pinky finger outstretched, and mouthed to me, "call the police."
At first I wasn't sure she was talking to me, so I ignored it. She continued to gesture towards me and mouthed "call 911" while punching imaginary telephone buttons with her finger in the air.